13. Viktor
13
VIKTOR
I rina was stubborn. I could count on her to have an attitude about having to report to my office, but I couldn’t tell whether she would obey me. Yesterday, she’d seemed turned on about my claim that I’d punish her for wasting my time. The thought of her craving my dominance made her even more irresistible. But I couldn’t guess if she’d show up this evening like I asked her to.
The internal debate of will she, won’t she? plagued me all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and wondering if she would show up. I anticipated it, getting ahead of myself in imagining how much more I could push her and how much further I could test her limits.
She came, though, a couple of minutes earlier than when my official office hours would start.
“I told you not to waste my time, Irina.”
She paused mid-step in entering my office, eyeing me carefully. “I heard you.”
I got up from my desk and approached her. Brushing against her side, I gave her a heated look as I reached out to close the door. She dipped her chin, watching my hand on the doorknob. When I moved my finger over to flick the lock, she drew in a deep breath. I refrained, though. Just teasing her about locking her in here with me was enough for now.
“Then why were you late this morning?” Still standing so close to her, I tortured myself with the scent of her sweet vanilla fragrance. It added to the forbidden nature of my attraction to her. She was so young, yet with an old soul. She was so pure and probably inexperienced, yet unafraid to show it. Tension ratcheted higher as we stayed within each other’s space, not moving away from the closed door.
“I fail to see how the reason for my tardiness could be any of your business,” she replied.
Aha. There she is. I wouldn’t be seeing the glum and depressed version of this sexy woman. She was giving me the sass. The attitude. The defiance, and fuck if I wasn’t all for it.
“It’s always my business when my students decide to waste my time and treat my class as if it doesn’t matter.” Advancing toward her, I set her into a retreat. She backed up across the room as I walked toward her. Stalked her. She was my target. She would be my prey.
“To disrespect my class rules is to disrespect me.”
She tipped her chin up, giving me a level glare. “That still doesn’t mean you can demand to know why I was late.”
“Why were you?” I asked again, glad when she backed up to my desk. Her legs bumped into the piece of furniture, and she glanced down at the impact. “Tell me what was more important than coming to my class.”
She licked her lips, taunting me with a hungry need to taste her there. No answer came from her lips as she stared at me.
“Who were you seeing?” I asked as I took another step toward her.
Nothing.
“What were you doing?”
Silence. It felt so heavy, but not awkward, as though this simmering attraction and tension was something we’d already embraced as a consistent variable in our lives.
“Too busy partying late all night?” I taunted, relishing the pressure of her body nearly flush to mine. With my desk behind her, she had nowhere to go. Nowhere to turn or hide. Yet, with her sullen silence and refusal to answer me, she remained as elusive and closed-lipped as ever.
“You won’t win at this game, Irina.”
She raised her brows. “What game?”
“You won’t beat me at this. I will have my answers.”
Tilting her head to the side, she narrowed her eyes. “Why does it matter? Why do you need to know a single thing about what I do outside of the time I’m in your classes?”
“I don’t need to know,” I said, almost contradicting myself with my curiosity about what she had been up to. My mission here was to find out all I could from her. But it seemed that seducing her was the only way to really reach her. I had to get her back to that looser stance she’d had when I was flirting with her yesterday.
She opened her lips to speak again, but I set my hand on my desk, slanting over her as I cupped her face. My moves robbed her of speech. She sucked in a breath as I stared into her bright blue eyes. Stroking my thumb over the smooth satin of her cheek, I hesitated for just a moment to torment her.
“But I want to know,” I growled.
Too weak to resist her, too impatient to taste her, I closed the distance between us. Pulling her chin up as I ducked my head toward her, I demanded she meet me in the middle for a kiss. The second my lips brushed over hers, I knew I was done for. Electric heat swamped me. From the contact of her warm, wet lips beneath mine all the way down to my dick, I felt the potency of this kiss in every cell. With every fiber of my being, through every rapid beat of my heart, I felt this kiss in a way I never had before.
A slight muffled sound of surprise left her mouth, but she didn’t back up. Freezing for a millisecond, she let me press my lips against her. Then she answered. Reaching up, thrusting forward, she kissed me back.
Unbelievable.
She had no experience. I felt the lack of it, and as I reeled from the shock that this was likely her first kiss, I struggled to believe it.
I’d counted on her being a virgin. But never kissed?
It was a stroke of fortune I almost felt blessed with.
I pulled back only to stare into her eyes. They were wide open, bright with interest as she stared back at me. And with a slight, soft exhale, I heard the desperation she tried not to show.
“I want to know you,” I whispered softly, a breath away from her mouth before I kissed her again, harder, with my lips sealed over hers and my fingers cradling the back of her head. I held her in place to demand she learn how to mold to me. To show her how to kiss me back.
A louder noise of surprise left her this time. Again, I backed up to peer at her. “I want to know what makes you want to be so naughty, thinking you could show up late like that.”
I kissed her again, thrilled when she took the initiative to kiss me back harder at once. Lowering my other hand to the desk, I forced my chest toward her until she reclined back over the desk. When I ended the kiss this time, I kept my head close to hers, placing small kisses along her jaw and nuzzling her.
“I want to know why the thought of my punishing you turns you on,” I added.
“It doesn’t?—”
I cut off her lie, kissing her again. Demanding entrance to her mouth, I slid the tip of my tongue along hers, still too closed and na?ve to open up to me. As I leaned over her, she caught herself from falling by reaching up to place her hands on my shoulders, then looping them around my neck. With her holding on like that, I could move my hands to her ass and hoist her up on my desk.
“I told you not to waste my time, sweetheart.”
Desire darkened her eyes as she panted, looking up at me. That endearment seemed to really hit a spot with her, and I felt like a wicked god to have that trick in my arsenal. She hugged me as I smoothed my hands along her thighs, encouraging her to part them wider as I stood as close as I could to the edge of my desk. The pressure of leaning against the wood was a paltry relief of friction against my erection trapped in my pants.
“And I don’t want you to waste my time with lies, either,” I scolded. “Don’t deny me the truth I ask of you. You can’t hide your arousal.”
She opened and closed her mouth, seeming to struggle for a reply.
“The thought of me punishing you, of me correcting your disobedience. It turns you on.”
“I…” She settled on huffing in disagreement.
“Don’t deny it.” I kissed her, sliding my tongue past her lips to devour her and explore. To absorb the shocking perfection of tasting her and feeling the soft velvet heat of her mouth. “Don’t deny that you want this.”
“I—” She panted, shaking her head as I slid my hands to her ass, pushing her against the erection tucked under the layers of my pants.
“You are desperate for me, sweetheart. Don’t deny it.”
“I don’t…” Her brow furrowed as she sought my mouth for a kiss, proving herself wrong.
“You are.” I angled my head to get a deeper seal of a kiss, reveling in the liquid-hot desire that filled me with her eager response.
“But I don’t—” She tried to catch her breath. “I shouldn’t?—”
“Oh,” I growled, loving how forbidden this was. “We really shouldn’t.” I lifted my hand toward the front of her, tracing over her smooth skin between her ass, thigh, and panty-covered pussy. “I shouldn’t want to rip these off you.” I stroked my fingers over the damp fabric, already coated by her cream.
She gasped, staring at me with absolute lust until we kissed again.
“And you shouldn’t be this soaked,” I added, twisting my fingers until the thin lace snapped.
Again, I cut her off from speaking with another drugging kiss.
“We shouldn’t even be thinking about this.” I hinted at where I wanted this to go, rubbing my fingertips over her cream-slickened entrance, teasing that I wanted to penetrate her there.
She jerked at my touch. “Professor?—”
“Viktor,” I corrected as I pushed my fingertip into her tight, wet entrance. “You call me by my name when I have your cunt sucking me in like this.”
She breathed faster, closing her eyes as I kissed along her neck. Aiming for the sensitive flesh under her ear, I added another finger, thrusting them into her virgin pussy.
“You shouldn’t be letting me touch you like this, Irina,” I reminded her.
“But I want…” She moaned as I moved my thumb over her clit. Her legs parted wider as her head dropped back.
“Oh, I know what you want. But I shouldn’t give it to you, right?”
She pouted, furrowing her brow as I straightened, keeping my fingers inside her.
“You shouldn’t…” she agreed weakly. “But…”
“But you want it.” I urged her to lean back a little on the desk, showing her with my free hand how she should rest her hand on the surface. “You want me to touch you.” I kissed her before lowering to sit in my chair. “You want me to kiss you.” I scooted the chair closer until I could kiss her bare knee. Her tall stockings revealed that bit of skin, but when I flipped her skirt up, she was bare for me.
“Viktor,” she said, startled.
“You want me to taste you, don’t you?” I taunted as I dipped my head toward her. Placing a kiss above the spot where my fingers disappeared into her, I stared up at her.
Her mouth hung open as she watched me. Shock and elation warred in her blue gaze, but most of all, her desire shone clearly.
“You shouldn’t want me to,” I growled before dragging my tongue around my fingers speared inside her. “I shouldn’t fantasize about doing this.”
She licked her lips and whimpered in need. “We shouldn’t,” she agreed weakly.
I grinned, loving that she could be so naughty to admit this was wrong at the same time she would make no move to stop me.
“But we will.” I licked and sucked at her, never looking away. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy until you come.”
She spread her legs wider, her gaze hazy with lust, her cheeks flush with arousal.
“And you’re going to hold my head and fuck my mouth,” I ordered. Licking at her slit as I rubbed her clit, I waited for her to do that. Her fingers threaded through my hair until she had a good grip. One hand remained behind her as she propped herself up. And with jerky movements at first, she pushed her pussy at my mouth. Between her hand on my head and her hips arching toward my face, she participated in this oral scene we really, really never should have started.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” I praised before smashing my face to her cunt. Her scent. Her taste. The sounds of her whimpers and my juicy sucks. The feel of her fingers trembling over my head. I was overwhelmed by all my senses concentrated on her.
“Fuck my face, Irina. Show me what a bad girl you are, fucking your professor’s face.”
She gasped, humping me faster as I sucked and licked harder.
“Keep these legs spread wide.” I reached up to grab her thighs, forcing them apart. The shift in my angle jolted her, but she didn’t let go. She fell back on the desk, dropping her arm that she was leaning with.
The sight of her lying on my desk, her legs draped over the edge, was just too much for me to stand. She couldn’t hump up at my face as well anymore, but I could pin her to the desk better this way. With her fingers locked in my hair, I stayed put and sucked on her hard clit until she cried out.
She squirted, coating my chin with more of her cream, but I was too greedy to wait. Before she could come down from her high, I stood and reached for my pants. There was no way in hell I could deny myself any longer. I set out to seduce her, but I’d tortured myself too hard.
“You shouldn’t have,” I told her, taking in the sight of her trembling from coming. “You shouldn’t have let me do that.” I unzipped then pulled her toward the edge of the desk. “I shouldn’t have started that.”
She shook her head weakly but said, “Uh-huh.”
“Because now I want more.”
Just before I could pull my dick out of my pants, the sound of metal clicking against metal reached me. The doorknob was spinning. Someone was entering my office.
She heard it too, jackknifing to sit upright. I shifted to the side, hiding her bare pussy still quivering from her orgasm. I blocked the sight of her skirt flipped up.
Wiping my chin and licking my lips, I tried to hide the evidence of what I was up to with my student in here.
Our trespasser likely knew what was going on anyway. Jessica stood in the open doorway, her hand still on the doorknob. She was the one who’d interrupted us. She was the one who just had to pop in and act like she had any welcome in this private space.
Irina held her breath, sitting there unmoving, while Jessica volleyed her gaze between me and her.
One thin red brow jumped up. “What’s going on here?” she asked in a coy, teasing tone that proved she knew damn well what I was up to with Irina.
Fuck.